He took some wood, and when Zorzi looked, he was trying to poke it through the 'bocca.' "Not there!" cried Zorzi desperately.

"The small opening on the side, near the floor." Pasquale uttered several maledictions.
"How should I know ?" he asked when he had found the right place.

"Am I a night boy?
Have I ever tended fires for two pence a night and my supper?
There! I go!" Zorzi could hear his voice still, as he went out.
"A surgeon!" he grumbled.

"I should like to see the nose of that surgeon at the door!" Zorzi cared little who came, so that he got some relief.

His head was hot now, and the blood beat in his temples like little fiery hammers, that made a sort of screaming noise in his brain.